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A split EP with reflections on a theme of death, depression, and the nature of existence. Experimental in nature as each track diverges and fuses inward towards one another creating a spiral of sound and emotion.

Meditations Urbaines is a post black metal artist that has created tracks that relay a sensation of longing, melancholy, and some could argue glimmers of optimism. On the contrary, The Last Surrealist provides music rooted in neo-folk and ambient genres providing a bleaker and more depressing contrast.

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released April 1, 2016

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Track Name: Meditations Urbaines - Que La Ville Dort
A precious vision, caught between dividing eyes
That separate the just from the wicked
I guess, I haven't been the only one without
A lonely specter of sweet sorrow
In the wombs of the virgin
Lest the city sleeps in the fetus of modernity
I guess, I haven't been able to drink it all away


The eyes of the gate
Watch me as I stare at the sidewalk
In the urban forest, of which I walk, head down
In a trance-like, monotonous state of confusion
Denying that they are there for my protection
Is like denying God
But who are you to judge me?
But who are you to worry about my suffering?

There is a hole in the world that keeps us tied together
The fascists, the leftists, the anarchists and the precious
People who I daresay I envy
Their apathy to the progress
Has left me with wounds
Wounds that will never be carved again

The eyes of the gate
Watch me as I stare at the sidewalk
In the urban forest, of which I walk, head down
In a trance-like, monotonous state of confusion
Denying that they are there for my protection
Is like denying God
But who are you to judge me?
But who are you to worry about my suffering?
Track Name: The Last Surrealist - With Stretched Out Nihilistic Hands We Embrace Suicide... (Acoustic)
love me as I rest in a bed of
roses as I lie naked in the
doorway drifting off to sleep or waking
to a new life dreaming that i
can escape into the darkened night sky
with the light of a fire burning
the wicker grave where I lie stargazing

love me as I look into your eyes
quiet as the shoreline returning
to the edge of a floating world be-
hind my eyes drinking liquor with her christ
in petty chapel pews vomiting the
porcelain lies confided in burning
embers of a child left sinking
in the river under the world

love me in the morning after
the excited body wanes into the after-
life as a new creation takes the place of
god and my flesh in unison create the
endless sphere where you only exist for a
moment then drift and are placed upon my naked
body underwater and we may float to another
dawning world to drink another

love me for a moment (baby I'm tired)
can't you fucking hear my words protruding
through the depressed dirt where I linger
with the footprints of a gypsy universe
examining my corpse for gold and trinkets
of meaningless nothing since we're dead and sinking
exhausted waste in a bottle of brandy
that god is drinking as we're left naked, swimming...
Track Name: The Last Surrealist - Exiled Into Nothingness
you will be exiled from this existence
and you will die
most importantly, you will take your own life

you will be exalted at the end of this

in a palace

overlooking the firmament

you will watch your family burned alive
as ghosts place
your neck in chains

you will be exalted at the end of this
in a palace

lit by the warmest flames


swimming towards a bright light

a distant beckoning beacon on the skyline

too distant for your fragile arms to reach

so you drown like a sleeping child 

in the terror of the night

you will be exiled from this existence
and you will die
you will take your own life



you will be exalted at the end of this

in a palace

with no memory of ever being in this place
Track Name: The Last Surrealist - Death Meditations
i just want to be alone with myself
and hide under the water like its a coat
its so cold, i’m a ghost
you cannot see me, it’s so freeing

to be without the urgency to be

inside of my home where i’m most comfortable
i walk around naked just to feel something

no shoes, no shirt, nobody cares
if at the end of the day i am still here

i find myself getting angry with the notion
that i have to live another sixty years with this weight on my chest
my family is dead, and my friends are for nothing
but to pass the time until i’m in a better place

under this water i almost feel like everything could be okay
but i’m actually feeling pretty suicidal today
so i’ll keep dreaming about living like i’m deceased
then i won’t have to feel anything
Track Name: The Last Surrealist - In Our Blood Surrendered to Holy Walls of Fire
in a distant village bed

a woman’s eyes change color

as death the conqueror comes

in the form of invisible fire



to consume the earth

in a deluge of shadow

dancing with her in a crypt

crippling her flesh, but what if…



she becomes immaterial

a metaphysical being

unseen until the next morning

in eternal chains of misery



she is my love with firm roots

snuffed out in a dark room

by invisible fire pouring 

like wine over me 


fog rolls over the hillside

i thought i saw her in a dream

i can sense this agony
i can sense her defeat



death will always leave us asunder
if only for a moment

until like a newborn i experience 

the sweet release that enables us


to love one another

even if we will only
become ether bound to
the eternal chains of misery



to drown one another

in our blood surrendered

to holy walls of fire


in our blood surrendered

to holy walls of fire

in our blood surrendered

to holy walls of fire

in our blood surrendered
to holy walls of fire

to holy walls of fire

to holy walls of fire